Herbalists' Cache white flag

more. and more.

jaw tensed at the admission that the woman called morwenna had held much more might than he. it caused sun eater to experience a sense of inferiority, something he could not abide in the context of his mate. the biddable woman who lay in her snow shelter swelled with children; it seemed more and more a farce, and he a stupid man for ever believing it.

what he did not understand of these concepts was much, but diligently the chieftain sorted through what blackfell had given. greymarch. a power given to the woman who was now his wife. gjalla and the blackbird, swearing. they served. he did not have a sense of it in his own culture, but comprehended on some base level what was meant.

they had belonged to morwenna.

but she had not done the same for him. "why she not guard you?" sun eater asked after a heavily pregnant pause. uncertain whether or not his perception of his wife had changed, the man tread carefully. there was more to know, and it was in why the starwoven had let this council set upon a loyal wolf.

"why you here now? with her?"

if blackfell had been so betrayed, why ever return, let alone to protect the former queen who ensured his fall? the single eye watched.